But I had thought that he would have had enough of sense to let the borders of Plassenburg alone so long as its Prince lived." "And what, my lord, has befallen ?" asked the High Councillor.
"Why," cried the Prince, "the Black Riders of the Wolfmark are out again, and have left their ancient trail behind them in slain men and frantic women--and on our borders, too, among our kindly husbandmen, our honest, sunburnt peasants.

Bitterly shall Casimir Ironteeth rue the day that he meddled with Karl Miller's Son." "Your Highness," I said, "this is indeed madness.

We have but to collect our forces, choose a time, and, lo! we are within the town of Thorn! Once there, we would be welcomed by man, woman, and child.

We could then besiege the Wolfsberg, and in three days make an end." "Aye, that is it," said the Prince, grimly; "you have hit it, Hugo.

We _will_ make an end." "Also, my Prince," I went on, boldly, "so ye give me leave and approve of my design, I will go alone to the town of Thorn, and bring you back word of their power and dispositions.